As I noted here, it's National Poetry Month, and to that end, I'm trying to remember to post poetry that I have found personally meaningful or enjoyable
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I assume you know the story of how the author wrote this epic poem in his sleep, woke up and started writing, but was interrupted by a knock at the door... and couldn't remember any more after that point. So instead of the whole epic poem we just have this fragment of the beginning...
One time I saw a symphonic version of the poem -- a modern symphony performance with a little multimedia presentation of the imagery projected on a screen above the stage. I don't remember the name of the composer though.
Yeah -- it was a bit weird but I really liked the concert. It makes me think of the Fellowship of the Ring symphony, which I also lik. I was only 14 or 15 then though -- it's sort of a dim memory. Although I remember this was also the concert where eveyone in the audience got a free Symphony bar from Hershey -- it was this big advertising campaign thing for the release of the new candy bar :)
I studied up on Coleridge in high school, and presented on that poem. He was a twit and an idiot and a drug addict, but, for all that, he had his moments -- as a person, not just as a poet. He tried to do right by the woman he married, even though he spent most of his time mooning over another.
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Where Mike the Headless Chicken ran
Through caverns measureless to man...
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A fine thing to suggest about a sacred river, sir. You take that back!
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One time I saw a symphonic version of the poem -- a modern symphony performance with a little multimedia presentation of the imagery projected on a screen above the stage. I don't remember the name of the composer though.
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The symphonic idea strikes me as an odd one. Was it enjoyable?
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